JAILER

¶Yea my Lord. ¶Ill Report make and Oh yes here. ¶Oh yes. All manner creatures, That have human features, And dwell within this Land, Come in and disclose, What you hear and suppose, By this woman Susan, And what you can tell, Shall now be herd well; As reason it is, Your work shall be good, In saving her blood, If she did not amiss, But if she be guilty, Then is it necessity, That she die for her sin, Then what you can say, Let us know straight way, For the Court does begin. ¶Nay then let me come and help, For though my tongue be ill and I cannot use talking, Yet I love to be where fists are walking. ¶No not yet sir, but I will by and by. ¶What Ill Report how do you? ¶I come to seek a Knave I think it be you. ¶Why you shitten Knave, what is that to you, ¶The cause why I come hither now, is my masters will to done And to tell Thee that Susanna shall be here arraigned soon. ¶We need not since we are here ready. ¶I will my Lord. Come on fair Lady you here your self, what I am bid to do. ¶Is Mustard good for sick folks relief? ¶Voluptas and Sensualitas, hold up your hands. ¶And yet one to much alive by Thee. ¶Why fool knowest thou not yet, that nature will teach, Thee when thou goest to hanging how thou shouldst preach.